Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides)

by Lee Savino

  Fenrir growled and cursed as he pushed in further, seating himself deep inside me. Someone, either Jarl or Fenrir, reached under me and played with the slippery folds of my cunny. Pleasure shot through me and I screamed, clenching down hard on his cock.

  Fenrir shouted and bucked, spearing me fully. The sensation spurred my climax to new heights. Fenrir eased out and slid back in, driving me forward onto the bed.

  Jarl lifted my head by my hair and cupped my jaw, guiding his cock into my mouth. “Suck me now, little nun. Take us both.”

  I hummed around his rod, my tongue rubbing along the heated skin. I sucked hard, drawing him deep, even as my bottom swallowed Fenrir’s cock further.

  “That’s it,” Fenrir murmured. His hand pressed on my back, making me arch further. My head tipped back and Jarl slid his cock deeper into my throat. “That’s the way.”

  I breathed through my nose, scenting Jarl’s wild musk as the hairs around his cock tickled my face. Meanwhile, Fenrir fucked my ass in slow, easy drags. I should not feel pleasure, but I did, deep down. Sensation and shame twisting together to make pleasure of the darkest kind.

  “You are so beautiful, Juliet,” Fenrir said. “So beautiful and so good, to take my cock up your ass so well.”

  His crude words made me clench my inner muscles, hard. Jarl gripped my hair tighter, holding me still.

  “Oh gods, yes,” Fenrir muttered, sounding drunk. “Do that again.”

  I angled my head so I could breath more easily. Jarl slid out and smacked his cock on my cheek before gliding back in. My mouth watered as it filled with his thick meat.

  Fenrir reached under and rubbed my folds with no gentleness or precision. My climax gripped and shook me, and my bottom squeezed and squeezed Fenrir’s cock until he came, shuddering against me.

  I panted, drooling around Jarl’s rod. I’d cum with a cock in my ass and cum hard. Fenrir drew out of me, slowly. Where I once felt stretched, I now felt empty.

  Jarl pulled out of my mouth, still hard. “My turn.”

  Fenrir took his place by my head. “You’re doing well.” His fingers trailed lazily from my breasts to the sensitive nub near my entrance. “Cum for me again.”

  I fought it, but Fenrir knew just where to rub and where to pinch. I wriggled until Jarl pushed inside my ass, spearing me and holding me still.

  He cursed loud and long. “She’s so tight and hot,” he said.

  “She is,” Fenrir answered, still rubbing my folds. “And when she cums—”

  “She clenches hard enough to snap off my cock.” Jarl’s finger dug into my hips as he rolled his hips, surging deeper into my bowels.

  Fenrir stroked me, his fingers barely a whisper over my skin, achingly sweet. Jarl’s cock was a battering ram, pounding me toward climax. Together, their assault overwhelmed me. My orgasm lifted my body up and threw it into the abyss.

  11

  Juliet

  Warm, wet cloths stroked over my skin. Jarl and Fenrir cleaned me with a care and thoroughness that made me flush. They rubbed balm into my sore spots, including my poor, stretched bottom.

  Finally, Fenrir gathered me against him. His hand slipped between my legs.

  “Oh no.” I tried to roll away, but he held me fast.

  “Yes, little wife. One last time.”

  “I can’t, I can’t,” I moaned.

  “You must.” His thumb rubbed gently, pushing me over the edge. I shuddered and curled into him, pressing my face into the hard plane of muscle. He took his hand away and replaced it with a wet cloth, pressing down and grounding me.

  Once he’d cleaned me, I curled further into myself. I felt small and fragile, completely wrung out.

  Fenrir curled his big body around me. His chin rested atop my head, his arms and legs lay along mine. I’d never felt so safe or protected.

  Pleasure had wracked my body, destroying me. The old Juliet, the hardened shell I’d created to keep me hidden from the world, was obliterated.

  But the real Juliet, the essence of myself, was not dead. She lived.

  For so many years, the real part of me had been sleeping. Now she was waking slowly, a sprout pushing through the dark earth. Most of my life I kept myself hidden safe in the warm, loving embrace of the darkness. Soon I’d unfurl and raise my head to the sun.

  But that could come later. For now, I’d sleep, curled up and protected by the giant Berserker. My husband, my captor, my mate.

  I woke in the darkness. Fenrir had left the bed and stood by the door. Moonlight spilled inside, shimmering down the waterfall of Fenrir’s hair, caressing the dark markings running down Jarl’s bare arms.

  I caught their murmurs but could not make out the words or their meanings. I could guess, though. Jarl had kept watch, and now it was Fenrir’s turn. I did not know why they were keeping watch now. My head was fuzzy with sleep, so when Jarl returned to bed, I had thoughts only for Jarl, coming to lie with me.

  My husband.

  I uncurled and opened my arms to him. He grabbed a fur robe and in one move dropped onto the bed and rolled over me, and kept rolling until I was wrapped in the fur, bound against him.

  “Juliet.” His breath caressed my face. I wriggled deeper into the robe, and so writhed against him. His breath caught and his cock grew against my leg. I stifled a giggle.

  “Are you sore?” he whispered. I took a moment to listen to my body. My bottom hole felt worn but the rest of me shimmered with eagerness.

  “I ache,” I told him honestly. “But I ache for you.”

  I felt him draw back, as if he tried to gauge my expression in the darkness.

  “Truly?” Then his hand found my folds, and discovered the truth.

  “Love me,” I invited, opening to my legs to him.

  “Juliet,” he sighed, and guided his length into my waiting entrance.

  I tightened my hold on his shoulders. “Take me. Don’t hold back.”

  He thrust into me, clamping me close as his hips worked his cock deep. His lips found mine and his tongue surged inside, claiming my mouth as his cock claimed my warm cunny. Pleasure washed through me, not hard and wild like before, but easy and gentle as spring rain. Jarl finished with a shudder. He loosened his hold around me but made no move to slip from my body.

  For a moment we simply held each other, face to face in the dark. He dipped his head to nuzzle at my temple.

  “There is no god, no goddess, nothing holy or magic for me but you,” he whispered.

  “Don’t say that.” I covered his mouth with my hands. “Don’t blaspheme."

  He looked at me under his dark brows and long eyelashes and moved his lips under my palms. "It’s how I feel." He pulled my hands away and kissed my lips, gently. “This is sacred.” He tugged the robe around us, cocooning me in warmth. His cock was still hard inside me, but it felt right. We fit.

  My eyes drooped and I fell asleep with his cock deep inside me and his whisper echoing in my ear. “As long as I live, I will worship at your altar.”

  In the morning, I rose to a warm but empty lodge. I sat up and took stock of myself. Two arms, two legs, two well-used holes. One heart, happy and full.

  I found water and cleansed then dressed myself. In my mind’s eye, Jarl and Fenrir burned like bright stars. My husbands were outside, chopping wood and stacking it in rows against the lodge. I sent a pulse of love down the mental tether, and busied myself plucking the partridges they’d brought in as game.

  It was a morning like any other, yet everything had changed. Jarl and Fenrir came in one by one, with logs to feed the fire. They kissed me and took their kill to spit and roast it. When the meat was cooked, we shared a horn of mead and broke our fast.

  We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. This was a morning I’d always wanted and never dared to dream of—me and my husbands together, working and eating and sitting side by side. Soon we would rise and wash out hands and go outside to work and play in the fresh air. Whatever the day held we would face it together.

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nbsp; Fenrir finished first and brought a bowl of water to me. I washed the grease from my fingers, and when I was done, he set the bowl aside for Jarl.

  “Juliet,” he said as he caught my face between his hands. “Are you happy with us?”

  As if he could not feel what was in my heart. “I am.”

  “Good.” He kissed either of my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my lips. “Remember that, and the pleasure we gave you.” With that confusing statement, Fenrir stepped away and Jarl took his place.

  My tattooed husband bent to kiss my lips. “For us, one smile from you is worth the world.” He tweaked my chin. “And one moment with you is worth risking death.”

  Death? I wanted to ask what he meant. Both warriors looked so serious, my heart stopped.

  Before I could speak, a shout went up outside the lodge.

  “Stay here, Juliet.” As one, Jarl and Fenrir turned. They marched side by side to the door of the lodge and opened it.

  A host of warriors stood in the clearing. Fenrir and Jarl went out of the door, blocking my view. I scrambled to put on my boots, but I heard the lead Berserker clearly.

  “Fenrir and Jarl, you’re wanted for kidnapping a spaewife. Do you yield?”

  “We yield,” Fenrir said quietly. He and Jarl stepped away from the lodge, their hands outstretched at their sides to show they held no weapons.

  “You will come with us now,” the warrior ordered. He motioned and a group of Berserkers, bristling with weapons, stepped forward and surrounded my husbands.

  What was happening?

  “Wait,” I called, stumbling out with my right boot half on.

  “Juliet,” a warrior called, loping to my side. He was big and blond and looked familiar. Hazel’s mate. “I am Knut. Hazel made me come. She is heavy with child, but insisted she would make the climb unless I promised to find you.”

  “What is happening?” I reached down and tugged my boot on properly.

  “They broke the Alphas’ decree and kidnapped a spaewife,” Knut said. “There is to be a trial.”

  “What? Which spaewife?”

  His blond brows pulled together and I realized he meant me. I was the spaewife they’d stolen.

  This was all wrong. The warriors were herding Jarl and Fenrir away.

  “Wait,” I cried. “You cannot do this!”

  “Stay back, little wife,” Fenrir called. At his side, Jarl hunched, his whole body heaving. The warriors made a circle around him, their weapons pointed inwards. Jarl was close to the Change.

  He needs you to be safe. That is the only way he will keep control. Fenrir spoke into my mind.

  I froze.

  Knut stepped forward and addressed my husbands. “She will not come to harm. I swear it.”

  With a nod, Fenrir gripped Jarl’s shoulder and hauled him back. The troop of warriors marched them down the path.

  I wanted to rush after them, but Knut blocked my path. The scarred warrior who led the troop of warriors stood near, waiting to bring up the rear.

  “Where are you taking them?” I asked him.

  “To the Alphas,” the scarred warrior answered. He looked grave. He nodded to Knut and followed his warriors down the path.

  It’s all right, Juliet. It will be all right, Fenrir whispered into my mind.

  But it was not all right. Nothing was.

  I startled when Knut dropped a fur cloak over my shoulders. “Shhh,” he said. “Juliet, you’re safe now.”

  The fur cloak held the scent of my warriors. I drew it around me, welcoming the warmth. “I don’t understand what is happening.”

  “The warriors Jarl and Fenrir took you without permission,” Knut said. “They have broken the Alphas’ law.”

  “What law?” I asked before I remembered. I covered my mouth with my hands when I remembered what Fenrir had told me, long ago. “The penalty for touching a spaewife is death.”

  “Is that what’s happening? They will be put to death for claiming me?”

  “The law is very clear,” Knut said, adding in a gentler tone, “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?”

  “No,” I brushed him off. “They did not hurt me.” They healed me. They gave me everything I wanted. “I need to see them.”

  He shook his head. “That cannot happen.”

  “They are my husbands,” I snapped. He blinked at me, his brow furrowing. “My mates. I belong with them.” Panic flared in me. “You cannot put them to death. I need them.”

  He rubbed his blond beard. “There will be a trial before the Alphas and the Gathering. Jarl and Fenrir will be sentenced then.”

  I was breathless as if I had raced up a mountain. “Then take me to the Alphas.”

  Knut frowned at me and I stomped my foot, my voice ringing out. “Now!”

  Knut did not take me to Jarl and Fenrir or the Alphas. Instead, I found myself in a mountain cave, pacing back and forth. The cave was clean and well appointed, with finely carved wooden chairs and chests, tapestries, and an iron stand that held a small fire. Brenna’s Alphas made their home in caves such as these. I was too agitated to sit.

  Murmurs echoed down the hall, and two women pushed the curtain aside and entered the room. The dim firelight shone on their faces. One was dark and the other fair, and I recognized them from the few times I’d seen them from afar. Muriel and Sabine.

  My mouth was too dry to speak, but Sabine, the tall blonde, merely looked me up and down with unnerving perusal. Her sister Muriel spoke first. “Sister Juliet.”

  “Just Juliet,” I said automatically. “I am no longer a nun.”

  “Juliet, then.” Her voice was warm, compassionate. “How are you?”

  I found myself speechless again. I had been through so much. “Physically, I am well,” I stammered.

  “Good.” She swept her hand to a chair. “Please, sit.”

  “I don’t want to sit. I wish to speak to the Alphas.” I moved to the door, but Sabine was blocking it.

  “We have been sent to care for you.”

  I drew myself up, though I was no match for her height. “I do not need anyone to care for me,” I snapped. “I was fine, I did not need a rescue—” I cut myself off with a hand to my mouth. I was almost shouting. “I wish to see Jarl and Fenrir. I need to know they have not come to harm.”

  “They have not been harmed,” Muriel said. I turned to her.

  “How do you know?”

  “My mate Wulfgar was the one who brought them back from their lodge. He told me. Jarl and Fenrir are well, though they are still under guard.” Muriel seated herself gracefully in a gilt chair. “Please.”

  I sat. My sigh gusted out and made the flames gutter.

  “There will be a trial,” Sabine said. Her voice echoed oddly in the small space. “The warriors will be called to account for what they did to you.”

  “What they did to me?” I repeated. “What is it they are said to have done?” I clasped my hands in my lap to keep them from shaking.

  “They stole you and kept you hidden on the far side of the mountain. The blizzard kept us from searching for you.”

  “Be assured, Juliet. You are safe now,” Muriel said. And then the pity in her eyes made sense.

  “You think they kidnapped me. Took me against my will.”

  “Did they not?” Sabine twitched her head to the side. Her eyes were almost black in the lowlight.

  “I…” How to explain? I could not lie. “They came across me when I suffered from the mating fever.” I glanced up at Muriel and she gave an encouraging nod. “I was hiding as best I could, but they knew. And they wanted to ease my suffering.” I threaded my fingers tighter. “They helped me.”

  “Did they take you against your will?” Sabine asked.

  “They wished to help me. And they did. My fever is gone.”

  “They did not get permission from the Alphas,” Sabine swept past me to add a few pieces of wood to the fire. “The rules are in place for a reason. We cannot allow warriors to simply claim whom they
will.”

  “From my understanding, that is exactly what the Berserkers have done. How else will you explain the night they sacked the abbey and carried us off?”

  “That was for your protection,” Sabine said.

  “It is true, many spaewives found their mates that night,” Muriel said. “But this is different. The Alphas have decreed—”

  “But once a spaewife comes into heat, she is able to choose a mate, correct?”

  “Yes,” Muriel said slowly. “But Juliet—”

  “Well, I have chosen.” I crossed my arms and jutted out my chin.

  “Truly? You were a nun.” Sabine also crossed her arms over her chest.

  “I am no longer. Jarl and Fenrir are my husbands. I married them in a church. A priest oversaw our vows.”

  Sabine blinked. Muriel leaned forward. “They took you to a priest?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you married them?” Sabine asked.

  “Yes.” I groaned and covered my face with my hands. “Both of them. They made the priest do it.”

  Sabine and Muriel exchanged glances. Sabine’s eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. “Truly? The priest married you? Twice? To two different men?”

  “It wasn’t like he wanted to do it.” I rubbed my forehead. “The warriors would’ve killed him.”

  Sabine snickered. Muriel poked her.

  “We will speak to the Alphas,” Muriel assured me. “They will listen to your side of things.”

  “Thank you.” I sagged in my seat.

  “Have no fear.” Muriel took my hand. “It will be well.”

  Sabine’s head was bowed and her eyes closed. I hoped she was relaying the information to her Alpha mates.

  I turned to Muriel. “Tell me of the girls. All the spaewives. How is everyone?”

  “They are well.” Muriel’s face brightened. “Laurel had her baby. A son. Looks just like his father.”

  “Which one?” I asked.

  “Ulfarr. The one who was scarred in a fire.”

  Sabine raised her head. For a moment, her eyes glinted with a bright yellow light.